Waiting for God1990

Jane:
Harvey would like to have a little word.

Diana:
'Cause he can't manage a big word?

Harvey Bains:
Thank you, Diana, this is a serious matter, so if I could have your full attention, with no interruption.

Basil:
Is it about the, uh, contraceptive machine in the gent's lavvy?

Harvey Bains:
No, it is not! There is no such machine, Basil.

Basil:
Precisely! And it's a disgrace. It's a four mile walk to the nearest chemist. And by the time you've been there and back you can't remember what you went for. And the other party's probably dead, anyway.